LOVE ME OR HATE ME ITS STILL AN OBSESSION...
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i'm not the girl next door but the BITCH across the street.
i'm the kind that the girls don't like
i'm the kind that the boys fantasize
i'm the kind that your mama and your daddy's afraid who you'll turn out to be like
"she says she's no good with words,but im worse.
barely stuttered out a joke of romance stucked to my tongue
weighed down with words,too over dramatic
tonight its it can't get much more
no one should ever feel im two quarters and a heart down
and i don't want to forget how your voice sounds
these words are all i have,so i'll write...."
DROP DEAD GORGEOUS...
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LASALLE
Her love's her life:D
THE DEVIL USES PRADA
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bitch bitch bitch all you want...
I CRAVE FOR...
STRAWBERIES!!
DEY ARE WHY I LIVE...
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bryan
Claire
Chiaa
CS
Debbie
ET
Elaine
HH
JieLing
Karishma
Kaen
Natiara
Nazri
Nazie
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Q
Regan
Sabri
Shi Hui
VanNessa
I WISH I WISH I WISH...
i'm next to my baby now...
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a pill to drain the shame
a purge to stop the gain
a cut to break the vein
a smoke to ease the grave
a drink to win the game
an addiction's an addiction
cus it always hurts the same.
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Tuesday, April 28, 2009
the lightings were like so nice.
which my hair looks somthing alike now.
watched 17 again with nya after my appointment.
its so hilarious luh!
and damn touching.
its showing on screen in the grand cathay!
the lightings were like so nice.-
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HAIRDRESSING is the art of arranging the hair or otherwise modifying its natural state. Closely related to headgear, hairdressing has been an im portant part of the dress of both men and women since antiquity and, like dress, serves a number of functions.Almost all societies have found it necessary to cut or confine the hair in order to keep it out of the way. They further arranged their hair to fulfill man's basic desire for personal adornment, which may vary in form from the ornately curled, blond wigs of Roman matrons to the sleek shin gled heads of flappers in the 1920's. One ex tremely important function of hair styling, especially in traditional preindustrial societies, is to indicate status. Primitive men, for example, fastened bones, feathers, and other objects in their hair to impress the lowly and frighten the enemy with their rank and prowess. Noble rank among the ancient Gauls was indicated by long hair, which Caesar made them cut off as a sign of sub mission when he conquered them. The occupa tional associations of hair are exemplified by the gray wig of a British barrister and the lacquered, black wig of a Japanese geisha.
which my hair looks somthing alike now.
i have elbony princess black hair!!!!!
my hair's black! ITS BLACK! ITS BLACK!!!
my hair's like artificial u noe. tha knid of black like painted on like that.
damn wierd.
okay, im done whinning.
its wierd for now but im gna get used to it. for once i guess people shuldnt ask me where im from anymore wuld they?
i look total asian.
oh right, did i mention i had bangs?
yup, i have a doll's hair!
so fake lor.
will upload pictures to let u all laugh at some other day allrite?
and damn i missed ballet today. i totally forgot!
i still told Red that i culd make it for today's appointment.
max's quite cute though.*o0ps,u didnt hear it from me*
skip this part people,im just venting my anger.
im so sick of you luh! every call u call is like an interrogation.
man i dont have to report every thing to you must i?
where i was and what im doing. i mean call me and get to the point!
it wasnt just one tym. like i dont have a freedom in speech.
must u lyk want everything to go your way?
look, this is reality darling.not everything goes your way.
u're the one calling me out of the blue and then start interrogating me.
im not a prisoner! i dont suppose i have to answer every single thing i did should i?
you're not my mom.
i mean what the hell is wrong with u?
yar right u're only remembering me when u face a problem.
and why the fuck am i so stupid to always be there for you when i knew i was just a piece of paper? use it when when u need it and throw it when u're done using it?
u only calls me when ur new friends are not with u.when ur sad and lonely.
i dont't have the friggin' tym to entertain someone who only remembers me when you want to.
hello? im not your dog!i have a life like u do!
i don't have the need to explain everything to you just so because u suddenly remember me.
its not that i dont wna be there for you or anything but the fact that im always there for you only so when u remember dear old steph.
thanks for fucking remembering me!
i dont care if u're of higher study standards or whatever higher shit that is,
im of a higher class then u. at least i treat humans like humans.
so do i treat a dog like a human. i dont expect a dog to do what i asks. its supposed to b a friend. not a piece of shit.like how u wuld treat a dog.
im telling u, im changing. im not the the kind who will withstand all ur nonsence any longer. i've given you too much face.
im human after all.just so you know, i dont really care about us anymore.cus clearly enough, u're using me.
i know we're most humans and we make mistakes, but this FYI is no mistake. u treat, okay,maybe only me like shit. oh no. not me. i culd name a few that is.maybe im just too nice to u.u're stepping all over me. wait lor. one day u'll get it AGAIN.
F.Y.I, so what f ur studies are like terrific? u bloody dun have brains.
sorry.it dont apply to people reading or maybe that one but.
anyways, im done here.
gd night earthlings!
with love.
shutup and listen;
Tuesday, April 28, 2009